Chapter 3
Harper's fingers gripped the doorframe so tightly her knuckles turned white.
"I'm organizing files." Her voice trembled as she tried to maintain composure. "Please... please wait for me outside, I'll be done in just a moment."
"Organizing files?" Damian chuckled lightly. "So diligent?"
His footsteps approached.
Harper suddenly pushed the door open, squeezing her entire body out and using it to block the gap. "Please give me five minutes, just five minutes!"
Damian's voice deepened. "Do we still need to wait? I prefer the kind that's available right now."
Harper's breathing quickened. "Mr. Damian—"
Before she could finish, the sound of fabric tearing came from outside.
"This outfit you're wearing today..." Damian's voice carried naked desire. "Did you wear it to seduce me?"
"So what do you think?" Harper's voice turned coquettish.
The sofa creaked.
I took the opportunity to struggle harder, the chair scraping against the floor with a harsh sound.
"What's that noise?" Damian asked.
"Wind!" Harper said hastily. "It might be the wind—Ah!"
Her words were cut off by a sudden gasp and scream.
"Focus." Damian's voice carried dissatisfaction. "Don't you feel good?"
"No... no..." Harper panted. "I just... I just love you so much."
I struggled again, the chair legs scraping even louder against the floor.
"Wind again?" Damian stopped his movements.
"Yes!" Harper's voice became even more coquettish, then the sound system outside turned on, music playing. "Mr. Damian, please possess me completely."
Silence outside for a moment.
Damian chuckled low. "You're quite the temptress, Harper."
The sofa's creaking resumed, this time more urgent.
Harper's gasps grew heavier, mixed with suppressed moans.
"Damian... Mr. Damian..." Her voice broke. "I... I love you..."
"Mm." Damian responded.
The rhythm grew faster and faster.
I could hear Harper trying hard to suppress her voice, yet couldn't help but let out broken cries.
"Slower, you're too fast." She sobbed.
Damian panted. "Doesn't this feel good? Scream louder."
Harper's voice immediately let loose, carrying a kind of wild release.
The commotion outside lasted about ten minutes.
Finally came Harper's high-pitched scream, followed by heavy panting.
"I'm heading back to the company, come with me to a reception later." Damian's voice returned to calm.
Footsteps receded.
Harper leaned against the door, her chest heaving violently.
She waited a few seconds, confirming Damian had left, before suddenly pushing the door open and rushing in.
Her business suit was disheveled, buttons half undone, skirt wrinkled into a mess. Her face still flushed with post-coital heat, but her eyes were arrogant.
"Did you hear that? Mr. Damian only finds pleasure with me!" She rushed over and kicked my abdomen. "And you're just a stinking bitch that nobody wants!"
I gritted my teeth against the pain.
"What, still want to resist? Or planning to seduce Mr. Damian when I'm not paying attention?" She crouched down, grabbing my hair. "Speak! Swear you'll never appear before Damian again."
I stared at her, saying nothing.
She looked down at me from above. "Otherwise I'll pull out your hair strand by strand, tear off your nails piece by piece!"
"Also," her nails dug into my cheek, "don't even think about revenge. Do you know who Damian's sister is? The youngest Don of the Obsidian Family—her power and force are beyond your imagination! If you dare go back on your word, Damian—no, my sister-in-law will make you wish you were dead!"
I stared at her, then suddenly smiled.
This foolish woman had no idea who she was threatening.
"I swear." My voice was calm. "I will never approach Damian again."
Harper froze, clearly not expecting me to agree so readily.
"Really?" She looked at me suspiciously.
"Really!" I pretended to be afraid. "How would I dare deceive you? After all, your sister-in-law is a mafia boss. I... I don't want to die."
She released her grip, her eyes full of contempt. "I knew women like you couldn't handle being scared. Get lost, before I change my mind."
She walked over and roughly tore off the ropes.
I stood up, stumbling slightly.
My shoulder wound throbbed with intense pain, but my eyes remained calm.
"Get out!" Harper shoved me.
I picked up my jacket and walked toward the door.
Passing by her, I paused for a second.
"I wish you luck in gaining Damian's sister's approval." I said softly.
Then I left without looking back.
The outer lounge still bore traces of what had just happened—disheveled cushions, high heels dropped on the floor.
I glanced at them, the corner of my mouth curving into an icy arc.
Walking out of the building, the sunlight was blinding.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Marco's number.
"Boss! Are you alright? I couldn't reach you—"
"I'm fine." I interrupted him. "Tell me, how are the preparations for the auction going?"
"Everything is being prepared according to your instructions, but you haven't confirmed the first item yet—"
I looked back at the building, the corner of my mouth curving into an icy arc.
"I've already decided."
Silence on the other end of the line for a second.
Marco's voice became respectful and excited. "Understood, Boss. What preparations do you need me to make?"
"Find out everything about Harper." I turned and walked toward the parking lot. "Including her family, friends, bank accounts, and—"
I paused.
"The thing she cares about most."
